I now in safety be!
His fearful melodies ring out
O’er all the din and strife;
His viol bow is crimson red;
Full many a hero’s life
Doth answer to its mighty tones.
Howe’er his wrath began,
Sure ne’er had I so dread a guest
As this same minstrelman.”
And now fiercer and fiercer raged the strife. The Burgundians showed no mercy. When the last Hun was dead, the victors laid down their arms and sat them down to draw breath, while Hagen and Volker with drawn swords kept guard before the door.